[Implications?! She never said they were sharing that bed, or even a room! But since she can't read his mind, she can only assume he's turning red because he's on stage performing for the villagers. When Nanami appears, Rialynn gasps, placing the back of her hand against her open mouth.]
General Beato! No!
[She takes a step back, only to stare at her 'lover' in growing alarm when he lets go of her hand and moves to shield her.]
Djidane, you mustn't! The general is as powerful and skilled as she is beautiful! Don't you dare speak of fighting to the death!
[She scrambles to intervene, arms spread with a hand pointed toward Ramza, and another toward Nanami, as if she could keep them apart.]
General, hear me! Such a union could only mean ill for the good people of both lands. They will be ruled with an iron fist, farmers enslaved as soldiers! You know the wickedness of my father, and the queen. Such an alliance must never happen, you know this!
[She looks between the two of them, shifting her weight anxiously from foot to foot as she flexes her fingers.]
If you will not listen, and persist in returning me to this wretched destiny of which you speak, then know this: We will run. Yes! We will run into these woods...
[Rialynn casts her hand toward the audience, looking out at the sea of young faces watching them with avid interest.]
...which are protected by the magical fey spirits. Their divine powers and tricky ways will see us to safety. Do you not see them? Particularly that one with the purple hat?
[A six-year-old clutches his purple hat with glee as he realizes she's talking about him.]
Yes, I like the looks of that one! He looks very strong. Very manly, and tough.
[The giggling is spreading in the audience. Rialynn turns her beseeching gaze toward Ramza.]
Will you consider fleeing with me, instead of fighting? Say that you will, for I could not bear it if you died for my sake!
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General Beato! No!
[She takes a step back, only to stare at her 'lover' in growing alarm when he lets go of her hand and moves to shield her.]
Djidane, you mustn't! The general is as powerful and skilled as she is beautiful! Don't you dare speak of fighting to the death!
[She scrambles to intervene, arms spread with a hand pointed toward Ramza, and another toward Nanami, as if she could keep them apart.]
General, hear me! Such a union could only mean ill for the good people of both lands. They will be ruled with an iron fist, farmers enslaved as soldiers! You know the wickedness of my father, and the queen. Such an alliance must never happen, you know this!
[She looks between the two of them, shifting her weight anxiously from foot to foot as she flexes her fingers.]
If you will not listen, and persist in returning me to this wretched destiny of which you speak, then know this: We will run. Yes! We will run into these woods...
[Rialynn casts her hand toward the audience, looking out at the sea of young faces watching them with avid interest.]
...which are protected by the magical fey spirits. Their divine powers and tricky ways will see us to safety. Do you not see them? Particularly that one with the purple hat?
[A six-year-old clutches his purple hat with glee as he realizes she's talking about him.]
Yes, I like the looks of that one! He looks very strong. Very manly, and tough.
[The giggling is spreading in the audience. Rialynn turns her beseeching gaze toward Ramza.]
Will you consider fleeing with me, instead of fighting? Say that you will, for I could not bear it if you died for my sake!